The room was darkening now. The last streaks of late afternoon light began to pull back towards the shuttered window and gradually disappear. Doruru still lay sprawled on his bed as he had been for the past five hours, eyes focused numbly on the ceiling and his mind ticking away. His attention trailed over towards the room's closet, where within was a bag he had packed full of little necessities. Dawn was his original plan, but he'd found himself having an episode of indecision. The gunman sighed, glaring up at the ceiling as if it were the source of his hesitation.
Months... It had been months since anything worthwhile had happened. Months